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Narrowly avoiding several collisions, a fire hydrant, and a group of pedestrians left shouting obscenities in her wake, Marina successfully arrived at City General, heart pounding, hair was askew, face devoid of makeup. The phone call that had awakened her 20 minutes ago had been grim. Chance had been stabbed and strangled repeatedly, and thrown from a two story window to the parking lot below. Pete had not known the extent of the circumstances, but the tone of the old bar owner’s voice had been chilling. Marina never remembered getting dressed, or even the harrowing car ride to the hospital, as she briefly noticed she was wearing yesterday’s jeans and sweater.

Throwing the car keys at a wide eyed valet, Marina hurried into the emergency room lobby. Minutes of pleading, threatening, and crying ensued. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned to face a wide, leather vested chest. The louder you scream, the faster we come. Operation Iraqi Freedom. One of numerous patches covering the enormous chest. Lifting her head skyward, Marina gazed in amazement at kind green eyes, ironically installed in a harsh, scarred, piercing adorned face. A green and black mohawk spiked from the behemoths head, and spikes and chains flowed from his leather jacketed shoulders, tattoos sprouting from his thick neck. “They won’t let anyone in who’s not immediate family.” His deep voice came smooth, foreign.
“Scrape?” questioned Marina, already knowing the answer.
He smiled, softly brightening his features, “yea.”
“How is she?”
“All they will tell me is she’s in surgery, but one nurse promised she will have the doctor talk to us as soon as he can,” he assured her. “Come on,” he led her away from the admissions desk and frustrated nursing staff with a large and comforting arm over her small shoulders, “like coffee?”
“Yes,” she murmured, choking back a fresh onslaught of tears, “this is such a nightmare.”
Marina was immediately swept into a warm embrace. She could feel her eyes begin to swell then spill over. She felt the emotions ooze from the sweet giant. She realized her face only came to his pectorals. Marina gazed up at him, and watched as his bright eyes were softened by shared pools of despair and unknowing. Moments later, they fell in line down a sterile white and taupe hall, arm in arm. http://havenstrange.com